User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-25220117-20140606132604/@comment-2246928-20140819213044

The shrew stiffens up, his paw tightening about the handle of his rapier. "Rufon, place your back against a tree." Doing the same, he pressed his back against a smooth oak, yelling out to the mysterious voice. "Who goes there? Come out b'fore I carve yer out meself!"